I Know He Was Desperate.

Now He's [cinna] Arranging Things Around My Living Room: Clothing, Fabrics, And Sketchbooks With Designs He's Drawn. I Pick One Up And Examine One Of The Dresses I Supposedly Created. You Know, I Think I Show A Lot Of Promise," I Say. Get Dressed, You Worthless Thing.

Oh, Peeta, Don't Make Me Sorry I Restarted Your Heart.

If He Wants Me Broken, Then I Will Have To Be Whole.

But After Several Hours, I Go Anyway, Walking In Silent Sock Feet, So As Not To Awaken The Ghosts.

Oh, Well. At Least My Blood Is Flowing.